To the selfsame tune and words

[sovay]

My poem "Radio Banquo" is now online at Strange Horizons. It was written in January, probably triggered by the Macbeth reading Eric held in December (and subsequent late-night shower thoughts), and I was sitting upstairs at the Bowery Ballroom in New York, listening to Mission of Burma, when I thought of it. I don't know why. I am afraid it has nothing to do with midsummer.

Neither does "In the Earth in Those Days," but that poem has been accepted by Not One of Us. I have asakiyume to thank for introducing me to the Biblical aetiology of selkies.

All day has been green leaves and sun and sky-swimming light. Happy solstice, all.

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[sovay]

Yay!

I'm not complaining!

Seriously? *bounces* I have to go find out more.

Seriously. Sell something to Not One of Us.

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I owe John pretty hardcore. I need to polish the conceptual spider story. I think he would get a kick out of that.

[sovay]

I need to polish the conceptual spider story. I think he would get a kick out of that.

I approve of this train of thought.